The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murong Yue's death is indeed strange!

She needs to go back to Qing Yan and check the truth about his death carefully!

Murongxue flipped his wrist and retracted the soft sword to the scabbard. The soldiers not far away secretly relieved and stepped forward, driving the seriously injured Song Shizhong and dragging him to the prison ...

The evidence of King Rui's rebellion was conclusive. The emperor sentenced them to be sentenced to death. Under the scorching sunlight, the inner and outer floors of the execution ground were surrounded by three floors.

Gong Qianze, Song Shizhong, Song Shiren, Cang Chengxiang, etc. connected family members, clan, men and women, young and old, are wearing soap-white prison uniforms, their hands are tied back with shears, and they are put out. Their hair is messy, their faces are pale and stiff. Walking, step by step, stepped onto the high round stone platform, kneeling on the hot stone surface!

At the order of the supervisor, the executioners held up their swords and slashed them on their necks. In an instant, the blood was spurting on their necks, and there was a huge bloody smell in the air. The black hair and white hair rolled their heads. On the ground ...

In the moment when the Song Dynasty, Cang House was removed from the capital in a blink of an eye, the ministers were deterred and dared not be distracted anymore, the unprecedented calm in the capital of southern Xinjiang ...

Under the clear blue sky, a luxury carriage was parked on a flat official road, and the pale golden sunlight poured on the body, with a thin layer of warm yellow halo, the beauty of the hazy expression.

Gong Qianyu was standing in front of the carriage, her hair-like hair was gently tied up with a purple-gold hair crown, and she was radiant, and her black jacket fluttered gently with the breeze, just like a flourishing Molian.

He looked at Murong Xue and said lightly: "The father emperor has sent a messenger to Qing Yan to explain to the emperor the conspiracy of the prime minister ..."

"This is a good thing." Murong Xue smiled softly. Emperor Qingyan was a relatively wise monarch, with the nobility and arrogance of a prince of a country. When he learned that he had the trick of the prime minister, he would definitely be angry, but Cang The prime minister has been beheaded, and it can be regarded as an indirect revenge for him. His anger will soon disappear: "If there is no accident, Qingyan and southern Xinjiang will soon cease the war ..."

"Yeah, southern Xinjiang, Qingyan will soon become a friendly state, and will not face each other again, why are you still so eager to go back?" Gong Qianyu looked at Murong Xue with a silk in her clear eyes. Doubts and puzzles.

Murong Xue smiled and smiled: "When I go back to Qing Yan, I have something to do." Murong Yue has been dead for ten years. The evidence of his death is not bad, and the clues will be less and less. She must return to Qing Yan as soon as possible. , Proceed to investigate ...

"Do you have to go back so quickly?" Gong Qianyu looked at Murong Xue, his eyes flashing a little bit reluctantly.

"Huh!" Murong Xue nodded. The matter was more urgent and could not be delayed. When she returned to Qing Yan a moment earlier, she would find a little more clues.

"Then will you come to southern Xinjiang again?" Gong Qianyu said lightly, with a little hope flashing in her dark eyes.

It seemed that Murongxue couldn't bear it, nodded and looked at him with a smile: "When I'm free, I will come to Nanjiang to see you."

"Really? A word is for sure." A smile appeared in Gong Qianze's pure eyes, bright and shining, shining in human eyes!

"It's a word." Murong Xue nodded and smiled slightly: "You are free, you can also go to Qing Yan to see me, I live in Zhen Guohou Mansion."

"Good." Gong Qianyu focused on her head, looking at Murong Xue, smiling cleanly and warmly: "Guohou Palace of Qingyan Town, I remember."

"It's not too early, let's go!" Ouyang Shaochen Junyi's face was slightly gloomy, came forward, grabbed Murong Xue's wrist, and dragged her into the carriage.

Babe was waiting for him in the carriage and saw Murong Xue screaming and plunged into her arms, her white upper head lightly rubbing her dress, especially intimate.

Murong Xue smiled softly, sitting in front of the car window holding Babe, lifted the curtain, and looked at Gong Qianyu: "We're gone, take care!"

The emperor of southern Xinjiang has arranged a lot of ways to govern the country of Qian Yu's pagan palace. Qian Rui, the palace of Rui, has been eliminated. He has no rivals, and no one will calculate him secretly. With his cleverness, he can definitely become a nation. , Will prosper the governance of southern Xinjiang.

"You take care too much, all the way downwind." Miyazawa nodded heavily, her dark eyes flashed with deep reluctance.

Murongxue pretended not to see it and gently put down the car curtain. She is a Qingyan person. After all, she is going to leave South Xinjiang, and Gong Qianyu, the South Xinjiang prince, will be different sooner or later ...

Sitting in front of the car without a trace, flicking the long whip, the fast horse is like an arrow away from the string, and quickly moves forward ...

The carriage drifted away until it disappeared. Gong Qianyu stood on the official road, looking at the direction of the disappearance of the carriage. For a long time, he didn't move, and his clear eyes looked greedily at the place where the land and the earth meet. Far in mind.

Since his memoirs, there are only black and white colors in his world. He does n’t know what people call red, blue, yellow, and green, and he ca n’t see how colorful people say they are. His eyes The people and things in it are either black or white. He doesn't like such a monotonous color, and naturally doesn't like talking to them who only have these two colors ...

Until that day, the woman in the light blue dress walked into his sight. She walked up the mountain step by step from the mountain depression, step by step to the front of him, and his world appeared from then on. Different colors!

Sky blue, lake blue, light blue, light blue, snow blue, and water blue are her favorite colors, and the colors he has seen. He likes it, and it is more bright and bright than black, white ...

Gong Qianyu looked at the wagon that disappeared into a small black spot, and a slight smile curled at the corner of her mouth. She left and took away the color in his eyes, but she said that she would come back and wait for her to come to Southern Xinjiang again. , He will see the dazzling colorful again ...

The luxury carriage was driving fast on a flat official road. The carriage was smooth and stable, without any slight bumps. Ouyang Shaochen held a teapot and poured a cup of tea, slowly pushing towards Murong Xue: "The weather in southern Xinjiang is still very hot. Cup of tea to get rid of summer heat. "

"Thank you." Murongxue said lightly and took a sip of the tea. The light tea filled the entire mouth instantly. Her eyes lit up and she said softly, "This tea tastes good. Where can I buy it?"

"It wasn't bought, it was sent by Zhennan Wang!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly!

Murong Xue whispered gently: "You have a good relationship with the King of Zhennan!" Nanjiang is very hot as soon as summer is reached. The soothing Xieshu tea is so valuable, but it is valuable ...

"The King of Zhennan is an upright and open person, and is worth paying." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, picking up the tea and taking a sip.

"I know." Murong Xue nodded, his eyes dim: "So I believed his words, and felt that my father's death was strange."